Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.